How could that be?

Elissa blinked in confusion, unease settling in her stomach. When had her mother switched numbers? Yet no notification of this change had reached her. Reflecting on their estrangement, Elissa realized months—perhaps even longer—had passed since their last conversation. Read full story at find?novel.net

Throughout her period of blindness, she had switched phone numbers twice to escape Robin’s harassment.

In her desperate flight from Robin, she had neglected to update her mother with her new contact details. Perhaps her mother had made similar changes during that chaotic period?

The realization struck her—they had completely lost their connection to one another.

A flicker of hope surfaced as Elissa recalled she still possessed her mother’s email address.

With renewed purpose, Elissa launched her email application. She had no idea if her mother’s old email account was still active, but it offered their only remaining link.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, composing a desperate message to her mother with the fervent hope of a swift response.

Only her mother possessed the complete truth about her pregnancy and what truly happened during that mysterious birth.

After hitting send, Elissa set her phone aside with trembling hands.

Despite failing to contact her mother, an undeniable certainty had crystallized in her mind: Locke was her child.

Robin’s cruel assertion that her baby had perished before she gave birth now revealed itself as a calculated lie.

Her son—her beautiful boy—had been breathing, thriving, and growing all this time.

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“Locke, my Locke…” The name escaped Elissa’s lips like a sacred incantation. She visualized Locke’s pillowy cheeks and those distinctive crescent-moon eyes that appeared whenever his face lit up at her approach.

That inexplicable pull she’d always felt toward Locke suddenly made perfect sense—the primal, unbreakable connection between mother and child had been quietly working beneath her consciousness.

Though Locke radiated innocence and charm, he represented a painful truth—he wasn’t conceived with the man she had once believed was her soul mate. “Ernest Flynn,” she whispered, his name tasting bitter on her tongue.

The following evening, as Elissa emerged exhausted from her workplace, Ernest appeared in front of her like an apparition.

Rather than maintaining a discreet distance in his vehicle this time, Ernest deliberately positioned himself at the building’s exit, creating an unavoidable confrontation.

She acknowledged him with the briefest flicker of her eyes before averting her gaze, attempting to sidestep his presence entirely.

“Elissa.” Ernest’s hand shot out, fingers encircling her wrist with surprising gentleness despite his determination.

“Mr. Flynn.” Irritation etched deep lines between Elissa’s eyebrows. “I believed my wishes were clear.”

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